The (occasionally)incoherent ramblings of Pastor / Scholar Darin M. Wood
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It's July 8th. Before day, there's been nothing really spectacular about that day. But there is now. Seven years ago, when Josh was born, I began praying for today, asking that my son would some day come to love Jesus and want to serve Him. I have never prayed for the Lord to call Josh into ministry but I pray for him to love the Lord and want to serve him using whatever skills he has. My prayers for his salvation were answered and now for his baptism! What a great kid!
I was asked - after the baptism - how I held my composure on such a big day at such a big moment. Two things helped - (1) Although I've baptized many people in 20 years of being a pastor, I spent time rehearsing because I knew this was no ordinary baptism. I didn't trust my emotions. I was concerned they would run away with me. So I rehearsed a speech I've given hundreds of times. It wasn't that I didn't know what to say or how to say it. I just had never used it on my own son. …
My mom went home to be with Jesus last week. I don't say "I lost my mom" because lost means I don't know where she is. I know where she is. Over the last couple of weeks, I've had time to reflect on some of the holy moments I shared with my mom. I hope you'll forgive the length of my writing but I'll start with the last.
When we took my mom to the hospice center, I knew it wouldn't be long. Sadly, with my line of work, I've been there before. Albeit with other families, but I knew where we were. It was decided that my sisters would return home (since they both had "regular" jobs) and I would stay the night with mom. No sooner had my family left than I literally saw my mom begin to change. Almost imperceptibly at first but I could tell she was sliding away from me. I talked to her and sang along with her beloved Gaither music that we kept playing from her iPad. I held her hand and told her some of the things I'll share belo…
This past Sunday was a different kind of Sunday than most any I've known. The early service was pretty much normal. But the later one. . . .well, that was different. Let's go back and talk about why. Several months ago, we negotiated with Matthew West's management to have him here at FBC Midland on the morning after he appeared at Rock the Desert the night before. We envisioned it to be a cap to a fantastic weekend and a chance to worship with our friends who were with us from across the area and across the state. One element about it that came in late was the idea of adding an interview with Matthew on stage. I volunteered for the job, but not because I considered myself fully qualified for it or because I have a lot of experience in it. Truthfully, I felt like I needed to do it out of obedience to the Lord's call as pastor here. I wasn't about to give that role away. . . .even if I wasn't terribly comfortable doing it. Put me before a crowd - regardl…